The next second, Yin Mo swiftly drew out a dagger and pressed it against He Chen's throat, her voice low with warning, "Mr. He, you harbour ill intentions, so if I were to stab you twice in self-defense, it would be understandable, wouldn't it?"
As she spoke, she secretly exerted force, and the sharp edge of the blade quickly left a trail of blood above He Chen's collarbone.
He Chen didn't dodge or avoid, his gaze lowered to her fair back of the hand, where—perhaps due to the strength she used—the pale blue veins were clearly visible.
He smirked and lifted his lips, leaning in toward Yin Mo once more, "Do you really think Xiao Yeyan left you behind just to accompany me shopping?"
In the face of death's threat, He Chen was too composed. His debauched and unrestrained demeanor instead made Yin Mo hesitate, unable to strike again.
He Chen eyed the struggle in her eyes, his fingers tightening slightly around her chin, his voice low, "Let's talk inside."
